A narcissus unfurled its
Whorl of new petals smiling
At the morning sun
A flutter of butterflies gathered
They gathered to relish the sweet nectar
With the bees buzzing a thousand songs
This a woodland of a kind
For these folks and while the bees
Use their own nectar for honey
I do not know why the butterflies bother this flower
As it sways and screams silently
At the piercing probosces
Suckling its breast.
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